"I understand your feelings, Merlin."
Mo gave a faint smile, then turned his gaze to the somewhat disordered [Fierce Star α·0.2 Dual-core Prototype] in front of him and corrected, "But from now on, you'd better address him as Mr. Lud Gold. After all, 'Experiment 002' isn't exactly a name of elegance."
"Whatever."
Merlin didn't even look back as he spoke, pulling two crumpled pieces of parchment from his pocket and feverishly scribbling on them. With a fanatical grin, he added, "002... oh, or whatever Lud Gold is called. He's our only high-quality completed specimen — I could even call him my ancestor if need be."
Mo chuckled indifferently, his gaze fixed on Lud Gold raising an arm toward him — or rather, the construct driven by Lud Gold's soul: "That name won't last much longer. If nothing unexpected occurs, you'll soon obtain a new identity, Mr. Lud."
What answered him was a string of basketball-sized, entirely pitch-black [Arcane Missiles].
